The Rivulet

Run, little rivulet, run!...
Even though the day was grey and dreary, we stepped out for a little mountain drive late this afternoon. 
Our mini expedition took us past Seven Mountains Winery (one of my favorite destinations, by the way) and on to Potters Mills before circling back home to Spring Mills. 
It was nice to see that the forest "greening" is coming along nicely. It seems that all the rain we've been getting lately has been put to good use! :)

Run, little rivulet, run!
Summer is fairly begun.
Bear to the meadow the hymn of the pines,
And the echo that rings where the waterfall shines;
Run, little rivulet, run!

Run, little rivulet, run!
Sing to the fields of the sun
That wavers in emerald, shimmers in gold,
Where you glide from your rocky ravine, crystal cold;
Run, little rivulet, run!

Run, little rivulet, run!
Sing of the flowers, every one,—
Of the delicate harebell and violet blue;
Of the red mountain rosebud, all dripping with dew;
Run, little rivulet, run!

Run, little rivulet, run!
Carry the perfume you won
From the lily, that woke when the morning was gray,
To the white waiting moonbeam adrift on the bay;
Run, little rivulet, run!

Run, little rivulet, run!
Stay not till summer is done!
Carry the city the mountain birds’ glee;
Carry the joy of the hills to the sea;
Run, little rivulet, run!

~ Lucy Larcom, The Rivulet